“Man—what the?! Climate Protection—I haven't done anything to do with y'all!” Marquis fumbled with what to say while quickly jumping out of his seat. Navy answers him with a stern tone and lowered eye ridges, “Sir, we have a warrant to search the premises,” as he pulls out a piece of paper and hands it over to Marquis, before heading inside the shop. “Now what the hell is this?! I don’t even use any of those ozone-damaging hair sprays!” As Navy walks around and eyes up the store, Beige steps forward with a chirpy smile, “Well, we are glad to hear that!” Then turns to the shop, “Right?” Navy groans an uneasy and drained mutter, almost angry, “Right…” Beige nervously snaps his fingers at him twice, then pats the old man on the shoulder, “Hehehe, don’t mind him. He’s just a bit under the weather, you know?” Marquis replies, “Oh yeah, I know.” Beige, “Really? How so?”
“Well, just some concerning things have been going on. I don’t really know what’s. (exhales) What’s going to happen in the coming days?” Crashing can be heard from within the shop, “EH! Be careful in there, damn it!” Beige stands back and looks up at the store, “Well, if anything, I’m sure the government has some sort of fall back programs too support you..- Just in case, of course.” Marquis looks at him comically offended, “WELL, ill just let you know, that this business! Has been standing fo Forty plus years, that’s right, FORTY! And I ain’t got no troubles with money!” Beige puts up his hands, “W-w-well- I apologize sir! I meant no harm, its just, i coundnt think of anything else..” Marquis scoffs, “Hm! Well its personal, so don’t be trying to get into it! Just a certain, someone..” Beige relaxes his eyelids and raises his eyebrows, giving a small smirk, “Really?…”
“Oh yeah. Let me tell you. Crazy people who just gone stumble into yo life, done turn everythang upside down?” Beige replies, putting his hands into his pockets, “Heh, well, I’m not a stranger to that, given my job and everything. I meet crazy people every day!” Marquis crosses his arms in disapproval, “Pfft. Well, you’ve never seen crazy like this before.” Beige, “Hoh-hoh, mister popular over here, eh? Whatever kind of crazy, spare me the details! Hahaha!” Marquis, Annoyed by the stranger's light-heartedness to an issue that he found, demanded a much more serious attitude. “Yeah! Cuz you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you. Hhmh, that’s right. Really scary stuff, killas, telekinesis, and what have you. Monsters! Ho-Oh yeah..” Beige replies, more relaxed than ever, “Monsters?... Yeah, we know about monsters…”
It was the way he said it, he said it in such a way that made Marquis stop to face him, suspicious of not only the comment, but also of the entire conversation they had been having… Everything has gone quiet. Marquis, standing in the front door, looks into his shop to see Navy standing in the middle of the room, eerily, posture fixed, and head tilted forward. Simply staring at him, it was at this moment that it began to feel as though these two nameless men weren’t who they were said they were. This uneasy feeling of being stared down; Creepily, unflinchingly, the looks they both gave screamed of violin abuse. Beige calmly puts his hands on his waist, pulling back his suit coat, revealing ever so slightly, a gun holster…
Marquis nervously asks him, “Huh, heh. Aren't you g-guys, climate protection?” Navy begins to walk forward, looking over and monologuing to beige, “Did you get a confession?” Beige monologue’s back, facial expressions mirroring what he’s saying. “Yes. Also, he’s on to us.” Navy rolling his eyes, “Perfect…” He then speaks to the Old man out loud, “We are an internal investigations bureau, and we’re here inquiring about an individual that came into your shop the other day.” Marquis, “An Individual?!" Daniel… Daniel was the only name that came to mind; there was no doubt about it. Daniel was the reason why these two armed men were here. Navy tilts his head even more forward, shadowing his face in anger, “You wouldn't happen to know who we might be looking for.. would you?” And there was no doubt in his mind on what he was going to do; he had to, he needed to get this over with. He needed to do something about what everyone around him seemingly just knew how to deal with. Because at the end of the day, a brotha gotta protect a brotha…
“Nope, I got no clue, sorry.” The two men look confused, “What do you mean? Just a second ago you were telling me about ‘troubling times’ and ‘monsters’, things you thought I couldn't even u-understand! Let alone believe!” Marquis exclaimed in a complaining manner, overexaggeratedly raising his eyebrow and being as bold as ever, “Well just for yo information, i was speaking METAPHORICALCALY! Or howeva you pronounce that word, I don't know!” Calm composure is fleeting from the man who was so confident, so sure that this geezer would break, convinced that he would give in and rat out the vampire that they have been looking for. “Heh. hehehe. hehehehaHAHAHA!! I see old man! You think you're smart, and we're stupid?” Marquis sharply rebukes him, “YES, I DO!” The two suits scoff and jeer at him, with the geezer doing the same. Things are starting to get so ridiculous that, although it was only the three of them on this sunny Tuesday afternoon, a coming riot seemed imminent. Navy barking at him, “OK, so your saything the last man who left your shop yesterday, isnt anyone of concern!?” “And Howdoya know it was a man? It coulda been my damn wife! And here's a batta question, how did ya know who left my shop last!?” The two men stop and look at each other for only a moment… Navy then looks back at Begie, readjusting his jacket and fixing his tie, “Well… I think we ought to get going, yes?” Beige answers him, “Right.” Then turns to leave, Navy then proceeds to leave the shop, taking a moment to look down Marquis before turning to follow his partner.
As the two of them walk away, Marquis is almost offended that they are leaving in such a dismissive fashion, just as he was starting to get curious as to who these men were. “N-Now hold on now, were yall going?!.. Damn it im talkin to ya! *kisses teeth” The men continue walking, backs facing him, “Oh! I see how it is, two white men barge up in my store, causing a ruckus, talking about some, ‘did you see this, and did you see that!’” The men continue walking, “Argh! You didnt even tell me your names!.. Pfft, Climate Protection Agency the crack of my ass.. I bet yall call yoselfs garbage men…” And it was upon hearing this that, Navy stopped and turned around to walk towards him, quickly, in an annoyed manner. “OK! You really want to know who we are- You! You, wouldn't even believe us if we told you. We’re so deep fried and wrapped in conspiracy, if you went and told anyone of what happened today they’d laugh at you!” He gets right up in Marquis' face, hissing at him, “You dont get to know our names, And so help me.. If we had more authority today, i would have had your inter shop raided, burned down, and made to look like an accident. You stubborn old wreck…” Marquis calmly and coolly answers him, "Because you're the friendly neighbourhood ‘CPA’, right?” “Hehehe… Right…”. Then he turns to walk back to his partner, who was waiting for him, then both of them walk away into the distance… Marquis then falls into one of the outdoor chairs, letting out a big sigh and deflating in his seat, thankful that overbearing attention has finally turned elsewhere.
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As the two men continued to walk in silence, upset that their mission didn't go as planned, Beige muttered, “Well. that was a disappointment, no?” Navy, “Pfft, don't get me started right now, let's just get back to command and go from there.” Beige, “Sure, whatever you want. But I do have some ideas for them, to improve vampire protocol that is.” “Oh, really? And what might that be?” We then return to yesterday's dark moon lit evening, in the backyard of a household...
It's Beige and Navy again. This time, they're wearing dark gray armored vests and helmets, soft-padded boots, and carrying military-grade firearms strapped and secured to their backs. Both are moving in unison, swiftly in sync, walking carefully to the other end of the yard. As they get to the fence, they carefully grab the top and lift themselves onto the other side, timing their landing perfectly. Then, walking again to the other side of the new backyard they're in. A voice buzzes over their radio headsets, “Suspect is clear, proceed.” They reach the fence, and as they begin to scale, wood cracking and bending to their weight, just before they're over the edge, “HOLD! Suspect stopped! Repeat! Suspect stopped!” They both come to a clamping halt. Beige is hanging on just fine, but Navy wasn't properly positioned and is beginning to lose his grip. Beige monologues to him, and although he cannot hear what he is saying, his face speaks for him. “Dude, don't let go. If you let go he’ll hear us!” Navy monologues back to him, “DUH-Retard! Of course he's going to hear me! Ah shit, I don't know how much longer I have!” The radio speaks again, “Ok suspect moving, proceed.” Both give signs of relief and little smiles, but as soon as they let go to fall. “HOLD! HOLD! Suspect has stopped!" Then, at the last second, as they catch themselves on the wall of the fence. Beige is once again fine, although a little shocked. Navy, on the other hand, is dangling just off the grass by the tips of his fingers, his legs in a frog-like hold of the ground, trying to get whatever type of friction he can. Beige is horrified by the sight, as we go to a military drone 500 meters in the air with a mounted camera, "Boogie spotted approaching suspect.” Back on the ground, Beige is practically yelling in his mind for Navy not to fall, Navy shouts back at him with his face, “I. c-c-can't!" then falls on the lawn, completely frozen...
The two of them hold their breath in TOTAL fear, afraid that at any moment that monster was going to come rushing in and tear the heads off their bodies. They both wait in silence, looking at each other blankly, “Suspect is holding, do not proceed.” Navy as stiff as a rock, closes his eyes, knowing he would be the first to die… Until the voice came again, “Suspect has collided with Boogie, Move! Move! Move!” The two of them spring back to life, drawing large gasps, and run over to vault the next fence, dashing across that lawn, then smashing into the next wooden wall. Pulling out their guns and waiting for the order.
We are then transported into a dark control room, sixteen agents in two rows of eight, wearing white dress shirts and ties, work on laptops, screens eliminating their faces. In the direction they all face, a giant central screen broadcasting the drone's footage, a zoomed-in visual of the monster talking with another hooded figure. On each side, 3 smaller screens, showing body cam footage of the soldiers, and other information. Across the room on the back of the wall, a giant symbol of an eagle with an American flag waving behind it, and wings astretched. In its right hand, it held a sword, and in the other it held a skull, and it was wrapped in a black ribbon, and on the ribbon a word spelled in text of gold, ORDER; and at the bottom of the emblem it bore the inscription, Cryptids Prevention Agency of America…
Back to the front, both men clock their guns and wait for the single, pushing up against the rioting green-tinged wood, composing themselves for confrontation. Each breath becomes more still than the last. Until “Retreat! Retreat!, Fall back! Suspect has taken a sacrifice! I repeat, FALL BACK!” Beige looks at Navy, eyes wide with horrid dread, made almost pale by the moonlight, “Oh No..” A different voice blares through their headpieces, “Richard’s! Simon’s! Get the hell outta there, we're pulling out!” The two of them look into the night sky to see the black dot whizz away, “Hes taken the sacrifice, if you engage now he’ll rip you shreds.. and I can't afford that on my reputation.” As the two of them run, stubble, trip, and barge through things in this poor family's backyard. Back to the control room, A screenshot of the Vampire sitting down with the occultist is in the smaller top left screen, as the drones stream flies away through the clouds.
A standing silhouette gives back the headset to someone sitting down, looking at the greenish-blue screenshot intently. Although we can only see the figure from behind, he is also well dressed, wearing a suit, and has a pigtail. Someone standing in the shadows who we cannot see speaks to the Mission doctor, in a deeper voice, “Hm. What's your plan now? Maxwell…” Maxwell reaches into his pockets to grab a cigarette box and lighter, “My plan?” he flicks the lighter twice, then holds to ignite his smoke, "Infiltration… Of course, now that we know its a real threat. hehehe…”
